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And 2008 out goes out with a bang. A nice big one with a bullet to go right between my eyes. Could this fucking year suck anymore?
This is going to sound really really bad, but Grandpa went and picked just the right time to pass away. For once I was ready to pay off my insurance bill. Early even! All I had to do was wait for one more paycheck. Then he dies, mom goes into a tailspin, dad sends me out with my own money to help out with home necessities and groceries for the week and a half my aunt and cousin were up here. Do I get paid back? No. And I had Christmas things to get still. And something to wear for the funeral. And medicene cause I got really sick. And gas for my car.
So how much do I have now, after two weeks of no work? I have one paycheck for 34 dollars. And now the brakes are going on my car. And mom got a letter today from the insurance that they lapsed my policy. Which is just bullshit. I know I talked to someone there on the ninth and explained that I was broke and was going to pay after Christmas. Of course, I assumed that the 220 dollars was going to be returned to me. But mom and dad passed that off on each other, and spent the rest of the month bitching that they're broke and have no money. Gee, sure, let me hit you up for money when you claim you have none.
So now mom has thrown a fit at me about the policy lapsing. And she's been screaming at me since I got home this morning that now I can't drive any car at all, and I'd better work out transportation to work on my own because its not her problem. I didn't even get a word in freaking edgewise. I've told her twice this month that I was broke. BROKE. Scraping pennies for gas broke. If I can't drive to work, my only other option is to walk. Four miles to work at three in the morning, in subzero temperatures with windchills. I have no money for a fucking cab. Drivers on Call doesn't run before 6am, and they're not reliable for being on time. Plus, hi, no money. I have about 75 cents to my name atm, and have no transportation to get to the bank. So I thank her for dumping this all on me in the middle of winter at the last second when I can't call anyone and I'm supposed to be in for work tomorrow at 4am.
What really pisses me off is that she started screaming at me about all the money I owe her. Yeah, I know I owe them money. But if I don't have transportation to go to work, how will I get money to give her? I have no problem giving her my paycheck as long as I have gas money and money for my medication. But she's screwing us both if she keeps up this ridiculous tantrum fit where I can't drive and she wont drop me off at work. What I figured is that if they just give me the 220 they owe me, I add in my 34 dollars, my check on Friday should cover the insurance. Since the grace period isn't supposed to lapse until Jan. 13th (and I'm going to find out who I talked to and bitch them out for not writing down that I was going to be late with the payment like I fucking told them) I can pay the damn thing off. Of course the way I'm feeling now I'd like to pay if off and cram the damn receipt down her throat.
It's either going to be that, or fuck her. I'm keeping my car keys and taking my damn car Friday whether she likes it or not. Since its in my name now, its not like she can report it stolen on me.
I swear if I had any damn money right now I'd move. Take the car with the shitty brakes and a bag of clothes and just leave. Might call Mother Sharon this weekend and see if she wants a roomie for a little while.
Happy New Year to everyone. I hope everyone's having fun and that 2009 is a damn sight better than this year.
This is going to sound really really bad, but Grandpa went and picked just the right time to pass away. For once I was ready to pay off my insurance bill. Early even! All I had to do was wait for one more paycheck. Then he dies, mom goes into a tailspin, dad sends me out with my own money to help out with home necessities and groceries for the week and a half my aunt and cousin were up here. Do I get paid back? No. And I had Christmas things to get still. And something to wear for the funeral. And medicene cause I got really sick. And gas for my car.
So how much do I have now, after two weeks of no work? I have one paycheck for 34 dollars. And now the brakes are going on my car. And mom got a letter today from the insurance that they lapsed my policy. Which is just bullshit. I know I talked to someone there on the ninth and explained that I was broke and was going to pay after Christmas. Of course, I assumed that the 220 dollars was going to be returned to me. But mom and dad passed that off on each other, and spent the rest of the month bitching that they're broke and have no money. Gee, sure, let me hit you up for money when you claim you have none.
So now mom has thrown a fit at me about the policy lapsing. And she's been screaming at me since I got home this morning that now I can't drive any car at all, and I'd better work out transportation to work on my own because its not her problem. I didn't even get a word in freaking edgewise. I've told her twice this month that I was broke. BROKE. Scraping pennies for gas broke. If I can't drive to work, my only other option is to walk. Four miles to work at three in the morning, in subzero temperatures with windchills. I have no money for a fucking cab. Drivers on Call doesn't run before 6am, and they're not reliable for being on time. Plus, hi, no money. I have about 75 cents to my name atm, and have no transportation to get to the bank. So I thank her for dumping this all on me in the middle of winter at the last second when I can't call anyone and I'm supposed to be in for work tomorrow at 4am.
What really pisses me off is that she started screaming at me about all the money I owe her. Yeah, I know I owe them money. But if I don't have transportation to go to work, how will I get money to give her? I have no problem giving her my paycheck as long as I have gas money and money for my medication. But she's screwing us both if she keeps up this ridiculous tantrum fit where I can't drive and she wont drop me off at work. What I figured is that if they just give me the 220 they owe me, I add in my 34 dollars, my check on Friday should cover the insurance. Since the grace period isn't supposed to lapse until Jan. 13th (and I'm going to find out who I talked to and bitch them out for not writing down that I was going to be late with the payment like I fucking told them) I can pay the damn thing off. Of course the way I'm feeling now I'd like to pay if off and cram the damn receipt down her throat.
It's either going to be that, or fuck her. I'm keeping my car keys and taking my damn car Friday whether she likes it or not. Since its in my name now, its not like she can report it stolen on me.
I swear if I had any damn money right now I'd move. Take the car with the shitty brakes and a bag of clothes and just leave. Might call Mother Sharon this weekend and see if she wants a roomie for a little while.
Happy New Year to everyone. I hope everyone's having fun and that 2009 is a damn sight better than this year.